My Dating App Match Demanded I Fight For Her After Revealing She Was Pregnant On Our First Date
Part 1
The ice in my water glass cracked, shattering the heavy silence between us.
I stared across the flickering candlelight at the woman who had just derailed my entire evening.
She rested her manicured hands over the very obvious, six-month baby bump stretching against her tight emerald dress.
A serene smile played on her heavily contoured face.
I blinked twice, trying to process the absurdity of the last forty-five minutes.
This was supposed to be a simple first date.
I was fundamentally wrong about everything.
The situation was rapidly spiraling out of my control.
I had to retrace my steps to figure out how I ended up here.
Just three days ago, I casually swiped right on Brenda.
In a bizarre twist of fate, the algorithm matched us on both the first app and the second app on the exact same afternoon.
Almost simultaneously, she messaged first on both platforms.
Instead of a normal greeting, her opening line was a single wedding ring emoji.
Thinking it was a funny and bold icebreaker, I played along by asking when the big day was.
Without missing a beat, she replied that we had a lot of planning to do.
Chuckling at my phone while waiting in line for a breakfast sandwich, I suggested meeting up for a casual coffee to see if we clicked.
Brenda shut that down immediately with a lengthy paragraph explaining that coffee dates were for friends.
Demanding something much more intentional, she made it clear she expected a proper dinner.
Although I usually prefer keeping first dates low-stakes, something about her sheer confidence pulled me in.
Giving her the benefit of the doubt, I booked a table at a moderately upscale bistro downtown.
After ironing a nice shirt, I drove across town with an open mind.
Little did I know, the nice evening I anticipated was about to become a nightmare.
I arrived fifteen minutes early.
I stood by the host stand, checking the doorway every time it opened.
Her photos had shown a stunning woman with flawless, airbrushed skin and bright eyes.
I didn’t realize until she walked in that she had essentially run her pictures through a digital car wash.
The woman who approached me looked like a porcelain doll.
Her foundation was caked on so thick it completely masked her actual features.
She didn’t look human.
She looked like an AI-generated oil painting.
I plastered on a polite smile and offered a brief wave.
She glided over, keeping her heavy winter coat tightly wrapped around her frame.
She didn’t offer a hug.
She just tilted her head and evaluated my outfit.
I led the way to our table near the back.
The waiter immediately brought us our menus and poured water.
I tried to break the ice with a joke about the traffic.
She slid into the booth and finally unbuttoned her jacket.
The heavy wool material fell open.
My eyes immediately dropped to her midsection.
A perfectly round, undeniable baby bump sat right at table level.
Freezing with my hand halfway to my napkin, I looked up at her face in absolute shock.
Completely ignoring my stunned silence, she grabbed the menu and casually started scanning the appetizers.
Clearing my throat nervously, I asked if she needed a mocktail menu instead of the wine list.
Instead of looking up from the page, she calmly requested a sparkling water with a fresh twist of lime.
Tapping her long, manicured nails against the table, she finally looked at me and asked what was wrong.
The waiter took our orders and rushed away.
I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the polished wood.
I asked her outright if she was pregnant.
She finally met my gaze.
She took a slow sip of her water.
She told me she was currently serving as a surrogate for another family.
She added that she was using her free time to find out who she might grow a family with, too.
I felt the air leave my lungs.
I had never encountered anything like this on a dating app.
I tried to keep my expression completely neutral.
She went on to explain that being a surrogate meant she had already proven her maternal value.
She said it was a testament to her dedication.
She spoke with an eerie calmness that made my skin crawl.
I realized she was completely serious.
I slowly pulled my hands off the table.
I asked why she hadn’t mentioned this massively important detail on her profile.
She waved her hand dismissively.
She claimed that men were too judgmental online.
She preferred to let her natural charm win them over in person.
I shifted my weight in the wooden chair.
I pointed out that a first date usually didn’t involve unexpected maternity surprises.
Her doll-like smile hardened into a tight line.
She accused me of not recognizing destiny when it sat right in front of me.
She reminded me that we matched on two separate apps.
She leaned closer, invading my space.
She whispered that the universe was clearly trying to tell us something.
She reached out and placed her hand over mine.
Her grip was surprisingly strong.
I looked at the emergency exit over her shoulder.
I realized there was no polite way to endure the rest of this dinner.
She started listing off names she liked for our future children.
She wasn’t joking anymore.
Her eyes locked onto mine with a terrifying intensity.
I reached across the table, grabbed my coat, and realized I had just walked right into the most absurd trap of my life.
